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Death to Concern Trolls

It’s cold here. But not cold enough to snow. Ergo, the cold is unconscionably rude. *nodnods* It doesn’t help that I also *have* a cold. Having a cold always makes me feel like a whiny wimp, ha ha.

I’d forgotten to mention in my last post another localised drama we had been dealing with. Someone had reported us to the GP as having a dirty home and locking our kids up, which had to be passed on anonymously to the council. So we had a multi-agency council investigation opened up on us because of it; that includes the cops, social workers, youth services, the schools, and health services. The formal investigation was closed the day after it was opened because, oh hey, nothing to hide whatsoever and wtf to whomever filed the concern-trolling. But because the youngest child’s last check-up hadn’t been put into the system yet (easily found when we pointed out the date), they were a teense concerned that she’d not been seen in awhile.

Obvs, she had, but anyways.

The end result was that a health visitor came to check in on us this week. It was a pleasant and productive enough conversation, considering that it was brought on by the worst sort of half-fabricated Chinese Whispers. I probably was way too candid about my life and times and why I wouldn’t put my children into a neglectful environment after my own childhood. Like, I came out of it feeling reassured and happy, which I certainly didn’t expect. The end result of that was getting their sleep expert to contact us to set up a date to talk ways to get the littlest to sleep on her own, but really… that is our sole ‘problem’ and has been the only ‘problem’ for some time. The tl;dr on that is that she’s a stubborn little miss and likes to sleep attached to one or both of us. We’re confident that she’ll move to sleeping on her own when she’s good and ready. In that, she’s the opposite of her sister; big sis did everything else when she was good and ready, but was an amazing sleeper from the start.

I’m annoyed because insomnia is sneaking back in. I’ve been having to dripfeed myself from my melatonin stash to try and help fight it since I got switched back to extended release Seroquel… when was that? March? Long enough that you’d think my body would quit trying to default to insomnia. Though having said that, it’s sort of resurfaced again the past week specifically, which could be a product of maybe-hypomania. I don’t feel particularly high, and I’m certainly not trying to do all (or really, any) of the things. I feel a bit rosy in the way that I associate with being ‘up’, but that’s about it — a very minor dredge of fuzzy warmth. That could feasibly be the end result of successful social interaction, happiness at catching up with my sisters recently, or just yanno, the fact I’ve got cute kids in the house.

I know, wah wah, poor Raesie has it pretty good as per relative norm. I don’t take it for granted though. I went through much too long of the baseline being shit + boozed + sleeping pilled + sleep paralysis + insecure schedule + you name it = soooooo soo not okay. If the worst that I deal with regularly is a bit of anxiety and depression on a Sunday night, I’ll take it (though I’ll admit I’d like to not have to deal with that either ¬¬).

Right, that’s enough word vom. Hopefully will continue this trying to get back into posting (and liking/commenting on peoples’ posts) more frequently habit!

Word vom away, hee hee! And it *was* ridiculous, old ladies listening at doors and walls style. I’m not sure I would have handled it half as well if it hadn’t happened the day after the US election results. I was too peeved off about that to get any more peeved!

I’ve always figured it’s just yanno, having to deal with enough sick, and then it’s just the rotting cherry on the shit sundae. It’s not necessarily any worse than anything else, but it’s just that little thing on top of everything else.

Grrrrrr, I wonder who sicced the dogs on you. Do you know who did it? I would be stomping mad. You seem to be taking it as well as can be. Kudos for making the best of a bad deal!

My son was permanently attached to me until He was five. He is, ahem, an “athletic sleeper.” Started his practice of gymnastics in the womb, and continued them when he got out. Elbows, knees, and head butts….sleep deprivation is a very bad thing for we who tread the balance beam…

We think that the likely person is our next door neighbour, a late 80s German woman who likes everything to be just so. And we don’t fall over ourselves to fall into her plans. I am oddly accepting of this and uninclined to try and start any drama over it. Husband’s one little act of defiance was to leave the grass long before it was too late to cut it due to weather, as he knew that would annoy her terribly. 😀

And yes on sleep. Husband-fellow has been a total pip about taking on that child-related dep so that I could rest as best as possible, but obvs… if it has a will, it will find a way!

Aw shucks, thanks. <3 As annoying and upsetting as the entire thing was, we were relatively happy (in the scheme of things) to reassure all involve that our house was fine, our kids were fine, and that we weren't struggling or neglectful.

You handled your situation wonderfully. When I counseled pregnant and parenting teens and dealt with child protective services (whether through my mandated reporting or reporting by others), I would frame it as an opportunity to leverage services. My sister has expressed fears of my openness about my illness and my parenting mistakes, but, I, like you am proactive. Not so sure any department would be happy with my housekeeping, though. We would probably be healthier if I kept the place cleaner.

It’s official! Pediatric infectious disease specialists have recently published a study showing that children who grow up in “germ rich” environments have better immunity and get sick less frequently. Take that, clean freaks !